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This Dublin, with the great famine statues another large catastrophe which hit rural Ireland caused by the potato blight.
Tenuous Link: decay
This is from somewhere across the Mississippi River from St Louis. Not sure if it is East St Louis proper (as if there were anything proper about East St Louis) but it is certainly East St Louis'esque. News reports constantly remind us of the following,,, E.S.L. is home to one of the most corrupt political entities in the region, where every institution suffers. The police force is uinderpaid, under-equiped, and undermanned, as are the fire departments and emergancy medical providers. Neglect and decay run rampent as crooked politicos line their pockets,,, high crime and weeds have become the hallmark symbols of this no-man's land,,,
Some years ago, while helping a coworker friend run an errand for his church, he needed to stop by his house for a moment, both of which were in East St Louis. I was surprised, or perhaps not, to see the iron bars on his windows and the iron gate where a stormdoor might have been. I WAS surprised to find the church equally well fortified.
Given the "apostolic penticost" nature of his religion, I was struck by a remark he once made on the subject of child rearing. We were discussing how our courts and family service agencies were undermining parental responsibilities with respect to administering discipline and he said that where he lived, there was a saying, "If you don't beat them,,, someone else will kill them".
I never broached that subject again, and even today it still leaves me feeling a bit ill. What kind of an environment must it be to produce such a fearful perspective...
As near as I could tell, there was no sign of human habitation in these decaying hulks. See the trees growing where they do not belong? What a sad state of affairs.
It was blighted, but it's on its way to a complete overhaul. I hope to shoot a future photo when it has been restored.
Camera: Leica M3
Lens: 50mm Summicron
Film: Ilford Delta ISO 100
Bacterial leaf blight. When blight bacteria cells
invade rice plants through the roots and basal
stem, plants may show kresek (Photo 62). Leaves
or entire plants wilt during seedling to early tiller-
ing stages. Sometimes affected leaves of suscep-
tible cultivars turn pale yellow. Older leaves
appear normal and green, younger leaves are
either a uniform pale yellow or have yellow or
green-yellow stripes.
Sources of bacteria are diseased straw, stubble,
ratoons of infected plants, seed, and weed hosts.
Blight is spread by dew, irrigation water, rain,
flooding, and strong winds. Bacterial cells form
small beads in the morning, which harden and
adhere to the leaf surfaces of a host plant (Photo
63). Moisture on the leaf surface dissolves the
beads and bacterial cells spread freely.
Part of the image collection of the International Rice Research Institute (IRRI)
Two Men Who Escaped to Freedom, Including Their Own Narratives of Emancipation
By David W. Blight
NEW YORK TIMES
Freedom Just Ahead: The War Within the Civil War
By WILLIAM GRIMES, Published: December 5, 2007
The chaos of Civil War meant only one thing to America’s four million slaves: hope. With armies on the march, and the old social order crumbling, men like John Washington and Wallace Turnage seized the moment and made a break for freedom, issuing their own emancipation proclamations before the fact. They were “quiet heroes of a war within the war to destroy slavery,” as David W. Blight puts it in “A Slave No More.”
Both Washington and Turnage, near contemporaries, wrote vivid accounts of their lives as slaves and the bold bids for freedom that took them across Confederate lines and into the waiting arms of Union soldiers. Recently discovered, both texts have been reproduced by Mr. Blight as written, with misspellings and grammatical errors intact.
Mr. Blight, a professor of American history at Yale and the author of “Race and Reunion: The Civil War in American Memory,” has also provided an extended preface that provides historical context, fills in biographical gaps and extends the life stories of both men past the Civil War, when their manuscripts break off abruptly, to their deaths in the early 20th century. Two remarkable lives, previously lost, emerge with startling clarity, largely through the words of the principal actors themselves.
Washington, born in 1838, grew up in Fredericksburg, Va., and stayed there, in servitude to the widow of his master, after being separated from his mother and four younger siblings at 12. Unlike Turnage, who labored on an Alabama plantation and suffered constant whippings, Washington lived a town life, running errands or enduring hours of enforced idleness and staring longingly out the window.
In 1861 he was hired out to a tobacco factory in Richmond and got his first glimpse of Confederate troops, so many, he wrote, “that it appeard to be an impossiability, to us, colored people, that they could ever be conquord.” Soon, though, he began hearing of slaves making their way to the Union lines and freedom. Once back in Fredericksburg, where he worked as a hotel steward and barkeep, he decided to join their number.
Washington’s narrative captures both turmoil and nervous excitement as Union forces closed in on Fredericksburg, bayonets glinting across the Rappahannock River, their movements eagerly watched by black residents. Washington, in a characteristically sardonic aside, notes: “No one could be seen on the street but the colored people. and every one of them seemed to be in the best of humors.”
In the confusion Washington escaped to the Union lines. “I told them I was most happy to see them all that I had been looking for them for a long time,” he writes. When a Union soldier asks if he wants to be free, Washington answers simply, “by all means.”
In Alabama, Turnage met his oppressors with open defiance. He fought with bullwhip-wielding overseers, suffered repeated whippings and beatings and lit out for freedom repeatedly. Running for miles across creeks and through fields, cleverly talking his way out of tight spots and, more than once, fighting off enraged dogs, Turnage, a mere teenager, evaded pursuers for weeks at a time, enduring extreme deprivation.
“I went as long as four days without anything to eat but one hickery nut that the squirrels did not get,” he writes of one escapade.
Among other things, Turnage’s testimony sheds light on the support network among slaves, nearly all more than willing to feed or conceal a runaway, or provide information on how to evade capture on the road ahead. “They gloried in my spunk,” Turnage writes of a group of slaves who hid him at one plantation.
His final flight, from Mobile to the Union ships anchored offshore, caps his thrilling tale. After nonchalantly walking straight through a Confederate camp and wading barefoot through snake-infested swamps, he reaches an impasse, with Confederate pickets behind him and a broad expanse of water ahead of him.
“It was death to go back and it was death to stay there and freedom was before me,” he writes. He pressed forward and, by luck, found a rickety little boat on the shore.
“I Now dreaded the gun, and handcuffs and pistols no more,” he writes of his moment of deliverance, when Yankee sailors plucked him from Mobile Bay. “Nor the blewing of horns and the running of hounds; nor the threats of death from the rebel’s authority. I could now speak my opinion to men of all grades and colors, and no one to question my right to speak.”
Washington made his way to Washington, where he and his wife, whom he took from Fredericksburg, rose to middle-class prosperity. He died in 1918.
Turnage worked, at various times, as a janitor, sign painter, watchman and glass blower in New York. Eventually he moved to Jersey City, where he died in 1916.
By that time, slavery and the war were distant memories. In their all-too-brief narratives, Washington and Turnage, as Mr. Blight notes, offer a precious commodity: “unfiltered access to the process and the moment of emancipation.”
Sandy Blight Junction Road up to Kintore and the Gary Junction Rd.
and some of the Gibson Desert and the Great Central Highway, WA
Clip from AusMap. From the iPad app by
Aus Map is the mobile version of www.street-directory.com.au. It provides the most up-to-date map of Australia incorporating the latest Melway, Sydway, Briway, Melway Perth, and PSMA maps with the following features:
These maps are so much better than the Flickr maps for locating places in the Outback...
A great recent story from the Covid-19 world..
www.thesaturdaypaper.com.au/news/health/2020/04/25/aborig...
Sent from Bill's iPad.
Blight got our toms this year, saved some but threw away many more. I guess it isn't too bad as I have not been nearly attached to my garden this year as I have in years gone past.
Late blight of tomato (Lycopersicon esculentum) in a garden near Hilo, Hawaii, caused by Phyophthora infestans
Wheat leaf infected with Alternaria leaf blight (Alternaria triticina). Initial symptoms consist of small, oval, chlorotic lesions (less than 1 mm across), irregularly scattered on the leaves. These enlarge and become irregular in shape and dark brown to grey in color, surrounded by a bright yellow chlorotic margin. Alternaria leaf blight is difficult to distinguish from spot blotch in the absence of the conidia which create dark spots in the center of spot blotch lesions.
At a later stage, the lesions coalesce, covering large areas of the leaf and sometimes causing plant death. Infection usually starts on the lower leaves, but symptoms can be found on all plant parts.
For more information, see CIMMYT's Wheat Doctor: wheatdoctor.cimmyt.org/index.php?option=com_content&t....
Photo credit: CIMMYT.
Hubby has ancestors who are buried in the Union Cemetery in Allentown, PA. On a whim (and because the Rose Garden was overflowing with people), we drove over.
How sad. So much of it was terribly overgrown. Some of the monuments were completely swallowed by tall grass. It looked more like a hay field than a memorial park.
And amongst that blight? These blooms. A single plant emerging from a small patch of soil between two tombstones...
I guess, life goes on. It overcomes. It endures.
Textures by Distressed Jewell and Kim Klassen
Description: "The elevation and plan of the unfortunate Mr Blight's house ... at Rotherhithe". Isaac Blight was murdered here on 23 September 1805.
Isaac Blight, a ship-breaker who lived and worked near Greenland Dock in Rotherhithe, was murdered in his home today in 1805. Falling onto hard times, it is thought that Blight got into trouble with creditors and used his employee Richard Patch to agree an arrangement. However, problems arose when money owed to Blight by Patch couldn’t be found and following a trial on the 5th April 1806 Richard Patch was convicted of his shooting despite conflicting evidence offered by the defence.
Date of Execution: c1805
Medium: engraving
Collection: Print Collection
Collage: 23238
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Pathogen: Xanthomonas axonopodis pv. dieffenbachiae (McCulloch & Pirone) Vauterin et al. (bacterium)
These are relatively early symptoms associated with infections through hydathodes at the leaf margin
Late blight of tomato (Lycopersicon esculentum) in a garden near Hilo, Hawaii, caused by Phyophthora infestans
A perfect example of our ability to ruin picture postcard buildings with invasive technology.
An old fashioned wooden bus stop complete with mossy roof has a nice new "Real Time Passenger Information" LCD display and roof aerial. I guess it could be solar panels and a satellite dish so it could be worse!
Is it just me or is this a crime?
COLOSSAL RAT, BLIGHT OF THE CELLAR.
Happy #monstermonday folks! This one is a creature featured in one of my recent Montown Mob stories in which Borgoop the Plasmoid Monk descends into an inn's cellar to defeat a ton of giant rats. This is the biggest one. He's a little derpy, but has a whole lot of charm! Hope y'all enjoy!
Giant Rats are known for gathering in unsanitary places, and carrying diseases, much like their smaller counterparts. They do, however, pose a much greater threat to any foes, as they're far more aggressive, and have a thicker hide and nastier bite, owed to their size. The Colossal Rat, then, is the last type of vermin one would want to run into. It's staggeringly large size and mass make it a force to be reckoned with, and a pest better left to a professional to take care of.